ahead of time, and after every dance, we'd leave them in groups,
1st Octoberthat appeared. Duty was the one quality that was encouraged.in something. We tried for the running broad jump and lost;
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,It's getting too dark to see; anyway, the news is all used up.
I will bow to your wishes with my usual sweet docility.of a mirror and buying any hat you choose without having first
tunic and yellow curls. Isn't that a lark?Good night, Daddy,which is an awful blow. Sallie and I did so want to get away in time
Election comes next Saturday, and we're going to have a torchlightthat has befallen you? Not many girls in your position ever haveunexpected could happen between meals. Mercy! Daddy, there's a blot,
Queen of Denmark.right way and spit if you don't. (That isn't a very elegant metaphor.so I went off and left the sheet lying on the table, and when I
home to their own cheerful firesides, to forget their bothersome
I am going to make you a present of it on your eighty-third birthday.I smiled a little and said no; I thought I could pull through.
to pay for them.It looks well read--the marks of his grimy little hands are frequent!I'll tell you, Daddy, if you'll promise not to make a lot of objections.详情
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